When you have an overly-attached toddler who also happens to be a mix of Speedy Gonzales and Energizer Bunny when he’s not clinging onto you, 5 minutes of free time might make you rush into doing something you might later regret. That was me this past Monday.
I don’t know what it is about spring but as soon as it arrives I feel the need to get a haircut. Not just a trim… I’m talking like half my hair chopped off without any care in the world (mostly because my hair grows back fast).
But this year things went down a little differently. We gave my son a much-needed haircut on Sunday night and by Monday afternoon I was ready for a haircut of my own. Except I didn’t book an appointment at my nearest hair salon. Nope. I did the exact opposite. I looked in the mirror at my split ends, glanced over at my toddler who was busy watching Blippi, grabbed a scissor and started snipping.
I was in such a rush to get it all done before my son could find out what I was up to that I didn’t even YouTube a tutorial on how to cut hair at home. I went with my memory instead. I had seen someone giving a 2-minute haircut on a talk-show once and I thought I’d be able to do the same. Again, I didn’t pause to think about the exact method. I relied on my memory but it failed me, and instead of bringing my hair to the front, tying an elastic band to the end, then chopping from just above the band I did the opposite. I tied my hair at the back, brought the ponytail to the side, and snipped from under the band. #MAJORhaircutfail
If that hashtag doesn’t explain the end result then let me put it a different way: my hair was a short, lop-sided mess. I wanted to cry. I’ve never looked worse with short hair. The regret kicked in pretty fast. I tied my hair in a messy bun and went on with my day.
It wasn’t until the evening when Hubby and I were watching TV that I told him about the haircut. I told him I had something to show him. And then I let my hair down. Ta-da! I did it myself I said regretfully. He was taken aback and then we both mourned my loss.
It’s been 4 days since then and I think I’m going a little crazy trying to even it out. Hubby helped even it out a bit the following morning but I felt I could even it out even more.
Even, even, even that’s all I can think about. Every time I go to the washroom my hand reaches for the scissors and before I know it, I’m snipping the odd strand here and there and then cutting my hair all over. I should probably go to a salon and get them to fix it for me. I’ve learned my lesson: haste makes waste; no more 5-minute, at-home haircuts for me.
Thanks for reading!
Lots of bear hugs,